NERVE ATLAS

[Verse 1]
The buzzing in your jawline starts on 34th and V,
a low-grade static climbing up the camphor tree.
It's the phantom limb of a punchline you never got to land,
the grit of project gravel still stuck inside my hand.
You left a twitch behind my eye for every siren call,
a pressure point above the knee each time the winter falls.
This ain't nostalgia, it's a wiring diagram in the skin,
a ghost cartographer showing me the state I'm in.

[Chorus]
This ain't my body, it's a map of you.
Every ghost vibration, a memory pushing through.
It's the nerve atlas, the untraceable tattoo.
Yeah, you ain't gone, you just translated to a different truth.

[Verse 2]
The ache in my left shoulder is the weight of Mama's stare,
she said, "Stop picking at that scar, boy, ain't nothing there."
But I can feel the isobar where your hand used to rest,
the faulty circuit in my chest when I put it to the test.
Every pothole on Broadway is a jolt up my damn spine,
every cracked pane of glass reflects a fracture that was mine.
This whole damn skeleton's a blueprint that you half-drew,
I'm just the general contractor trying to see it through.

[Bridge]
It used to feel like damage, a structural defect.
Now it's just a signal I learned how to accept.
A feedback loop from nowhere, a voltage I can feel,
the only proof I have that any of this was real.

[Outro]
The nerve atlas... untraceable tattoo.
Translated... yeah, a different truth.